The guard is down, the cage door of my heart opens a dream a fragile bird flutters to the surface of my mind… a memory longing that overwhelms a knot of fire demands to be set free to rise up and fly on the wings of desire Capture, grasp lock away the longing for itContinue reading “I don’t think of you much anymore”
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Margi Raffan 